The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-11-12
THE WHITE STEER.

Jerry Morris and Levi Potts, two well-known commercial travellers, were forced to stop one night at the home of old Anthony knobroach. Old Anthony lives in house that looks moro like stable than human habitation. He Is peculiar old fel- low, uncducated of course, but pos sesses humorous shrewdness com pared with which all book knowledge is a blushing failure.
 When the commercial travellers sat down to supper, boldly facing hunks of cornbread as large as saddle bags, and strips of half-cookcd middlh' that looked like the flaming tongue of an enraged OK, red -headcd girl came in and placed a pitcher of water on the table.
 "My gracious alive" said Jerry. "Whcre is that white horsc?"
 "l wish knew" Potts replied, "I never needed one so much as l do now"
 "That's my fix. Oh, look herS" he added, as he slyly glanced at the girls head, "I must have white horse or Pm done"
 "So must l." rejoined Jerry, Cor am eternally crippled" He began to rub himself and groan. "Oh, if somebody would only bring me n white horse. Oh, if my friends knew my condition they would hurry one to me"
 "Gentlcmen," said old Anthony, sswhut on the top side O the yeth is the natter"
 We need white horsc," Jerry re- piled.
 "I've got old sorrcl mar out yam der Won't she do?
 "Oh, no, we are in mercilcss need of white horse"
 "l could a-swapped my mar fur white nag luther day, an Pm sorry now that didn't do 1t, fur hate nightly to see folks suffer. do hope that you'll git better alter while"
 "I hope so, too," Potts replied, but I don't see much chance. Oh, my Show us to our room, please"
 Shortly after they had gone to their room, old Anthony come in and said |: "Gentlemen, wush you'd let me have this light a mint. It's the only one we've got"
 He went out with the light, and pretty soon the drummers heard pe- culiar noise in the hallway; and then, great white something, with an aw- ful below, bounded into the room. The door was violently slammed, and, in disrnay, the drummers heard the sliding of the bolt.
 "What on earth does this mean?" Jerry yelled.
 "Gentlemcn," said old Anthony, who stood in the hall, "sorry 1 kain't accommodate you with a white nag, but rather than to have you perish fur suthin' white lowed that white steer mOut ease you up till mOrniR. By that time we may be able to git white nag. The steer ain't got no horns-whut, is he buttin' you! Sorry. Sorter rub him down little -kickin, ehl Wall, that is bad. No, you kain't git out, fur the winder shelters air fastened. Made Outen oak an air putty nigh foot thick. Wy, you howl mighty loud fur sick men. Which one O you is it that went down that time? Apologize? Wy, you don't owe me no apologizin'. It want your fault ef you halter have suthiR white. You better enjoy this occa- sion as much as you can, fur you mout travel two or three days bef0 you come across another red headed gal. Prsyin', eh? Aint that bad of, air you? Give me ten dollars to let you out? Ten dollars won't do me no good. Give me enough to buy a white nag sn'-but I won't take advantage o, sick men. Wall, boys," he added, "I reckon you've got enough"
 The old man entered the room, bringing : light with him. The steer